Former Playboy Playmates Part 7: Alyssa’s Journey - Sex Stories

Former Playboy Playmates Part 7: Alyssa’s Journey

Author’s note: Fictional former Playboy Playmates. Each have two stories. First story is Interracial. The second will be Incest. I experimented with first person POV story telling. I separated the jump from 3rd person to 1st person with a series of seven asterisks. I think it turned out fine. Former Playmates Pt. 07: Alyssa’s Journey Chapter 1 Ulysses ran his fingers through Alyssa’s long, dirty blonde hair while she lovingly tended to his long, black cock. She kissed the tip, glancing at him, smiling softly. “You’re so good at that,” He smiled back. “You think so?” “I do,” he replied. Alyssa blushed, sitting up in bed, crawling to Ulysses’ face, kissing him tenderly, her large pregnant belly resting against his side. She was 33-weeks pregnant. It wouldn’t be long until she delivered a child she was putting up for adoption. The past few weeks with Ulysses had been amazing. He’d tenderly make love to her, or if she wanted, go hard. Sometimes he’d cum inside her pussy, her womb occupied by a growing baby. Sometimes he’d pull out, letting his dick rest on her belly, spurting and covering it with semen. Alyssa loved it when he visited her. He’d bring her groceries, help clean her run-down, cheap, little apartment, and then take her to bed. Sometimes he’d spend the night, making love to her until the sun rose. She loved Ulysses’ friendship. He was the nicest man she’d ever met. The fact he had a perfect, muscular, dark-chocolate body and cock was an added bonus. Alyssa loved sex ...

... with him, especially in her heightened hormonal, pregnant state. Then again, she often wondered, if it was black men that did it for her. Alyssa ended the long kiss, looking into Ulysses’ eyes, stroking his ever-erect cock. “Were you ever married?” He asked, running his fingers through her hair once more. Alyssa nodded, looking downward. “You don’t have to tell me about it. I was just curious,” Ulysses said. “I don’t mind telling you.” “Are you sure? I don’t want to bring up painful memories.” “If you have time, I’ll be glad to,” Alyssa said. “I don’t have to be at work until Monday.” “I don’t have any photo shoots to go on for a few weeks,” the fitness model said. “Please feel free to tell me anything. We can stay right here in bed,” he added. Alyssa looked over Ulysses’ body, running her hands over his six-pack abs, “Where do I begin?” ******* I was living in Los Angeles from my teen years to early 30s. I got pregnant at 18, had a son at 19, and married my boyfriend. All was great. We were able to go to college, get jobs, everything. For eight years things were perfect. My husband, Owen, was a good man. Was, being the key word. He made love to me regularly. It was sweet, gentle, caring. He didn’t last long, but I know he enjoyed it. I rarely orgasmed without stimulating myself, but I loved feeling him cum in me, his moans bringing a smile to my face. When I posed in Playboy Magazine, that’s when things changed. Owen seemed proud at first. He was married to a Playboy Bunny! ...